We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
In real romantic novels The story is impossible to tell Between the two that hold it It is on the shelf.
Layers unknown in the sands Dark and rich from the tilling of hands Old cracked fingers red and disfigured All the time each sand meant something Minds are not ticking probably On through heaven and hells All sorts moving their bodies Like the mind has its shoutings Grapes roll around in a bowl Having found their mouth No rotten grapes were found.
The wind parts the leaves It is not really spring How to live How to be If there is just leaves And grass And weeds Like growth being hard Like nails Taking from the dark Forward Fast forward Into the distance Something.
The wind is not what it seems The rainbow is not as colorful either As two dreams What improves past there Is perhaps impossible So impossible Perhaps.
I can chase a balloon
Or hide in my room
I can plant my summer seed Or assume it is all a dream What ever hot spot there is Must be like a fire In this cold and dry dessert Fire flowers bloom As nature repels an empty space Putting something out In some special place.
No need to smell the poppies As lost in their intoxication People lose love as they lose the point As the level of poppies Makes the valley Seem frozen And timeless People walk around as if they were ghosts It is like a ghost town But perfect in every way.
Ice is not seen in these parts Just water particles if you look up close Crying for something Crying for love.
1. Yes it is great to be trim, thin or close to thin. Plus usually healthy!
2. Watch what you eat! If you notice putting any kind of junk in your body cut it out for the most part.
Don't plan for the perfect diet, just stay away from stuff that is hurting you.
3. Our bodies need to move around. If no sweat happens on any day perhaps you got to move it, move it!
Much goings on
And comings and goings
Hot sweat and feelings drown
Into the family of tears
And waiting near doors
So brilliant and orange.
Freedom can clown us And frown ourselves Like Vodka in Russia Freedom is not so keen It has dreams That are not always real Freedom is unreal Yet that is why it is alluring Because it is not easy When you chase freedom Like you might crash a motor bike Freedom is found in love perhaps Or just an idea I don't know I don't know.
Children know They see Adults acting Less than children It makes them play Away away. For children see it much more clearly As they roller-skate near freeways That is telling us something Perhaps?
The way it went Was not what I expected Just how interesting yet again Almost liberating Is how it went Just as if according to God's plan So It is good.
